October 1
Companions of the Way (Evening)Verily I say unto you, that He shall gird Himself and make them sit down to meat, and will come forth and serve them.
LOVE bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sinne.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lack'd anything.
A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here: Love said, you shall be he.
I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah, my deare, I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I?
Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame? My deare, then I will serve.
You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat.
GEORGE HERBERT
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